[ Riku mutters the words softly against Sora's hair as he turns his head a little, eyes still closed behind that blindfold and just... feeling Sora against him. There's still moments where it's almost surreal for him to think that Sora is here like this, that he can touch him and hear him, and not be met with nothing but silence like back where he's been pulled from.
It's only after a moment and a hand pressed against Sora's cheek that he pulls back then, fingers softly ghosting away from that cheek before they come to fall back down and grab hold of the other's hand. ]
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[ Riku mutters the words softly against Sora's hair as he turns his head a little, eyes still closed behind that blindfold and just... feeling Sora against him. There's still moments where it's almost surreal for him to think that Sora is here like this, that he can touch him and hear him, and not be met with nothing but silence like back where he's been pulled from.
It's only after a moment and a hand pressed against Sora's cheek that he pulls back then, fingers softly ghosting away from that cheek before they come to fall back down and grab hold of the other's hand. ]
Strawberries, right?